"You think that way, and right or wrong I think the other.

If I loved a man and he loved me, I'd willingly sell my independence, willingly do anything for him." "Supposing he wasn't going to marry you ?" said Janet, imperturbably.
"Then he wouldn't love me." "Oh yes; he might." "Then I don't know what you mean." Janet stood up from the bed.

"I can smell bloaters for supper," she said; "if you don't hurry up, Mr.Hewson 'll get the best one.

I can see Mrs.Hewson picking it out for him.

Come on.